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Emmeria found herself on her back in a forest. If she were alive, she'd probably be registering how sore she was all over. Luckily for her, this was not the case. She rose from her bed of dust and took in her surrendings. "hmmm... trees, trees, more trees, and I hear the sea nearby..." she mused to herself, still not recognizing the scenery. After those odd people showed up on that fateful night... she couldn't remember much. All she knew, that that night was beautiful, and she'd love to replicate it.
She journeyed about for a bit until she finally decided to search the beach for any landmarks. What she found instead, was a man face down in the sand. He looked dead. It was at this point that she wished he had a notepad. He was in the perfect pose. Probably some drowning youth, dumped her by the current once the waves had thier way with him...or perhaps something in the forest had chased him out here, and he finally collapsed from exhaustion.
to her dismay, neither one was the case. The young man had slowly gotten up showing his livelyhood. Emmeria briefly considered killing him, but the remembered she didn't have much by way of a weapon. She didn't even know if her powers still worked. She checked around for her soul and found it was still in her chest, right where she left it. That was convenient. Still, he might know more about this place so she decided to reach out to him. "Interesting...and here I thought you to be dead." she said, loud enough to catch his attention. "Tell me, what are you doing out here?"
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